Clear of the inlet, in the choppy
waters of the Sound he steered the boat into Case Inlet instead of returning.
It’s less developed and wider than Budd Inlet. While beyond our agreed scope
area it didn’t matter. The fresh air, blue water, the shoreline enhanced my
bravado. We veered back and forth tacking with the wind, he doing all of the work,
his attention on sailing and showing me a good time. I let the water; wind and
sun relax me while watching his nimble arms and trim body guide the boat.
We ended up in a quite area of the
Inlet. The sun warming us I took off my pea coat and sat on it. After a couple
hours of sailing it was past noon and he asked if we could eat. I was hungry not
having eaten breakfast and nodded agreement. During all of this time we hardly
talked other than his giving me directions or explaining what he was doing
regarding sailing. He cut the sail and guided the boat near shore using the
We were no more than 50 yards off shore when he threw the anchor over. Despite shore proximity the water and shore line tidal mud flat ensured privacy. He checked to ensure the water was deep enough for the keel, tossed over a little anchor, its chain rattle down, took hold and the boat bow sung to face the breeze.
Anchorage secured he turned to me.
“Let’s see what’s in your snack
Smiling at the 'box" innuendo, now relaxed,
Vixen was out of control, I went below to the galley, pulled the pill box out
of the night bag and came back up and handed it to him without touching him.
"Is this the box you want?"
Without waiting for his answer I went back below, sat on the bulk bed, pulled off my shoes, pants, panty, sweater and bra and was naked when he came down.
He was taken aback by my boldness but his penis was already pushing hard against his pant leg. He was going to say something but I put my finger to my lips for him to hush and spread my legs.
"Undress but don't touch me. I want our first contact to be your penis entering me."
He quickly stripped, his penis strutting out in front and rolled on a condom and guided his penis to make its entering our first contact. As he slid in I reached up and grabbed him to me and we entwined our legs.
We trashed about in the limited confine between the bed mattress and the bulk ceiling which created the deck above. As our heads reached the bow there was not enough head room for kissing as he thrust in and out. I closed my eyes and when I felt my climax rising yelled my "Now, now" refrain and finished as he went into frenzy mode and ejaculated.
Spent we inched back to the galley area for more room and air. As we redressed I explained I preferred desert before meals rather than after. We kissed for the first time, the faint odor of ashtray evident from his pipe smoking but pleased he used the little galley garbage bag for the spent condom rather than throwing it over board.
We sat in the open stern and ate lunch with my bottle of white Pinot Gris.